Elena
Balakova was born in Kiev in the country of Ukraine, once a
member of the old Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and had
grown up in the shadow of a great nuclear disaster that left
large areas of the neighboring country devastated. The economy
of the new nations had been ruined and rival political groups
had vied for power. The situation was not a new one to the people
of Kiev.

Before
the new government, there had been a time of rigid control and
some stability under the Communist. Most of the people were
poor. Then, before that the Tsar controlled a government that
had evolved from their old feudal and the people were poor.
Somewhere in the distant past, the Cossacks had ruled the land
and people had hope - It was from these that Elena s ancestors
came.

It
was to that heritage that she owed her black hair, blue eyes,
tall, well-proportioned body and physical prowess. It was probable
that her superior intelligence also came from the same source.

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Her
parents were proud but poor; as were her grandparents. Her father,
raised a farmer, had been moved by the Communist regime to that of
truck driver. Her mother was employed as a street sweeper; all he
part of one of her 5-year plans to develop the country. Her family
was a close one. Elena had received abundant love and guidance in
her path to adulthood. Sundays were devoted to church and the family
was all participating members of the Orthodox Church. In addition,
the family had practiced their religious rites at home as well.

When
Elena was just thirteen, she was selected to attend the university
where she would be groomed to be a doctor. Life at the special school
had been cold and impersonal and the studies demanding as she became
hardened to the life. It was seven years later when she had started
medical school during which time she had visited her parents only
six times but she remembered them and their teachings fondly. As she
continued to study at the medical school, she excelled - at the top
of her class.

It
had been on to her residency in neurosurgery where her deft fingers
and brilliant mind put her at the top of the students training in
that field. It was at the age of 26 that she completed her training
and waited to be posted to one of the big teaching hospitals or one
of the several medical centers. The first to be posted was a rather
inept little man who drank too much to the medical center in Kiev.
She'd have loved to have that one close to her home.

One
after another the postings came and she waited as she saw one after
another of the men depart for a major teaching hospital. Finally,
her posting came and she opened the document eagerly. She was sent
to the small town of Petrosk, in the most primitive area of the country,
where she would be the only surgeon in a small hospital. It was a
disappointment and Elena held back tears as she thought of her options.

She
could go to Petrosk and become an unknown in a primitive land; she
could refuse to go and take a laboring job in Kiev close to her family;
she could leave Ukraine and go somewhere else and practice medicine.
The only option open to her was to accept the position offered; to
do otherwise was unthinkable. Like her ancestors before her she was
doomed to be born, live, marry, raise a family and die. There'd be
no more challenges; no more adventures; just live till she died.

So
she went to her assignment in Petrosk. There, after reviewing her
prospects for a marriage and family, she quickly decided that she
must be destined to remain a virgin forever. The work there was even
drearier than she'd expected. She lived in quarters in the hospital
where the hours were long and arduous. Mostly sewing up cuts and removing
appendix or removing tonsils, etc. She longed to see her family again.

A
year passed and Elena met Boris, a military officer who seemed as
bored with his assignment as she was with hers. It was Boris who took
her virginity after having known each other for only two weeks. Then,
when the excitement began to fade, they'd married. It was a loveless
marriage, two lonely people with no real feeling for each other, and
when Boris had been reposted to a new army assignment, she'd opted
to stay in Petrosk. She'd pursued a divorce as soon as possible.

Her
life became one of tedium and monotony again. Then, quite by accident,
she picked up a magazine and noticed an advertisement for women to
marry American men. She read it and discovered that men in America
were seeking suitable women for marriage. The men were reported to
be men of quality who wanted women from the old world tradition. She
tore the ad from the magazine and took it for later.

A
week later an appointment had been made with a photographer to come
and take her pictures and get her resume. Elena began preparations
and for the next couple of weeks she had her hair coiffed, her wardrobe
renewed, and costume jewelry to show herself off in the pictures.
Then, the cameraman came and she was posed in various ways to best
show herself as he snapped photos.

A
month passed as she continued to exist in her colorless world. Elena
had just about given up hope. Then, two things happened. First, she
had received word that she was to be reposted. There was an opening
in the big teaching hospital in Kiev and she was to be sent there
to work under the same inept resident she'd known earlier in her training.
So, it was an insult. She could live with it to be near her family.
Then, word came that her divorce was final.

It was nearly two months later that she was settled into her new post
in Kiev. She'd soon renewed her family relationships and commenced
work with vigor but discovered that it wasn't t what she'd expected.
During her many years away from her family, they'd grown apart and
had little in common. Although she was greeted warmly by her family,
she was no longer accepted in the family circle. Her position at the
hospital was one of assisting the same incompetent who she had known
before. She would open and close the operation and assist the pompous
ass who had hired her.

More
months had passed now and Elena had given up on ever meeting the American
who might bring some color into her life. She slowly resigned herself
to living until she died. Then, out of the blue, the call came from
the agency. There was a man, Hank Slaven, an American, who had expressed
a desire to meet her. They were sending her his resume. Then, on receiving
the resume, she found it almost too good to be true. Divorced, University
professor, Christian, didn't smoke or drink, enjoyed the same hobbies
and pastimes she did. She responded that she was interested. It was
several weeks in arranging but at 1900 hours on the seventh of July,
Hank would meet her, in company with an agency interpreter at a downtown
hotel for tea.

She
began preparations; first, new clothing; then, her hair done at the
salon and some new makeup. Suddenly, she saw color where there was
none before. Her excitement grew. For the first time in years she
felt her lusty nature. So it was, Elena, dressed to the nines in her
conservative professional woman s garb, entered the hotel and went
to the restaurant to seek the prearranged signal that would bring
her to the meeting with Hank Slaven.

On
entering the tea room, she saw it, the signal, and walked towards
the woman who would introduce her to the man she was to meet. Elena
Balakova, I'd like to present Dr. Hank Slaven, from the United States.
It was done. As they met, Hank addressed her in perfect Russian language.
"I've so looked forward to meeting you Doctor Balakova,"
he said.

"Please
do Hank. How do you like our fair city?" she responded as she
began checking him out. Tall, something over 180 cm over she'd guess,
slim, Nordic looks with blue eyes and light brown hair, and physically
fit, he was not a hunk but he was certainly a good looking man. He
seemed to carry a ready smile and a pleasing personality. It was as
she was intent on her inspection that

Hank,
noting her ogling, asked in a friendly manner. "You like what
you see?"

"Well,
thank you." Elena replied and the conversation moved on to the
city and the sights and his visit. As they talked Elena was thinking,
wondering really, what if Hank was to press her for sex? How would
she respond? Try as she might, she couldn't t decide whether she would
give herself to him.

After
a time, Hank suggested that they go to dinner and that the food in
the hotel was known to be bad. When she had suggested an alternative,
the interpreter left them and Hank directed her to his rental car
for the trip. Elena was soon excited as she rode in a private car.
It didn't happen often to ordinary people in Ukraine.

Hank was a gentleman with impeccable manners and a natural charm and
as the evening progressed, she decided that if he pressed her she
would give herself too him. After all, she may never get another chance.
Still, as they enjoyed each other's company, she had this nagging
feeling towards restraint. Hank might be interested in a lifelong
relationship with family and kids and she didn't want to miss that.

It
was shortly after midnight when Hank escorted her to the door of her
apartment, kissed her lightly on the cheek, bade her Goodnight and
watched as she entered her apartment. She felt her heart sink as she
watched him depart. Then, as she was about to close the door, Hank
spoke, "I almost forgot. Have dinner with me tomorrow night and
we'll go to the ballet after."

"Be
here at five-thirty. I'll fix you a good Ukrainian dinner." She'd
replied as she entered her apartment in an exuberant mood. He was
interested.

Later,
that night in bed, Elena felt her lust building. At first she fought
it; then, finding herself out of control, began to stimulate her own
clit and vestibule and suddenly climaxed in a manner she hadn't known
in years. Hank had brought her the pleasure even as he wasn't even
close.

For
a week, Hank and Elena were together every moment that they weren't
sleeping. They grew increasingly more intimate and closer even as
Hank seemed to draw back. He never mentioned a future together or
a closer relationship as it became increasingly obvious that he had
no intention of a continuing relationship. With this painful recognition,
She began to change her expectations. It'd just have to be fun while
it lasted and then it'd be over. She'd decided that on his last night
in Kiev, she'd just seduce him and enjoy the sex with his gentleman,
something she may never get another chance at again.

As
the sixth and last day of his stay approached and she prepared to
carry out her plan, he proposed to extend his stay for a week to be
with her longer. Her plans were delayed. Later, as the end of the
extended stay came to a close, Hank left her with a gift, pleasantly
gift wrapped with strict orders not to open it until three days after
he was gone. Seeing the end in sight, Elena put her plan into place.

At
dinner in her apartment, she had begun her quest with a series of
touches and light caresses. Then, as he was seated for dinner, she
had placed her hand gently on his shoulder in a bold move. Through
dinner, their eyes met frequently and Elena allowed hers to burn with
passion. Strangely, she sensed that Hank was feeling it too. As they
enjoyed the wine, a pleasant glow made their time more intimate.

Dinner
over, as they cleared the dishes, Hank suddenly drew her to him and
said, I want to make love to you tonight. Elena felt a little surge
of excitement as she realized the success of her efforts. With that
she turned and their eyes met in common agreement. When Hank bent
to kiss her gently on the lips she was ready. Strangely, Elena felt
no surge of passion or drive towards coitus; rather it was a more
intimate feeling a feeling that brought her closer to Hank than any
other human she could remember. They kissed again. Seeking to familiarize
themselves with each other.

This
time here was a sensation of rising passion and their lips stayed
together longer. Elena suddenly felt more aroused than she could ever
remember. Nothing in her marriage had ever inflamed her passions like
Hank was doing. Having broken that kiss, they moved to her sofa and
sat side by side with their bodies touching. Then, having sat in silence,
Hank's gentle hands moved to unbutton her dress and fondle her bra
covered breasts as Elena whimpered out her approval.

Elena,
sensing that she was not cooperating fully, unbuttoned Hanks shirt
and loosened his trouser belt before standing and letting her dress
fall to the floor. When Hank stood and removed his shirt and undershirt,
she reached behind her and unclasped her bra to allow her small but
well-formed breasts for his view. They kissed and Elena felt his hairy
chest against her breasts as they embraced and kissed. This time the
kiss was long and developed from a kiss on the lips to a deep soul
kiss where their tongues met to duel together.

She
was now more aroused than she'd ever been, more than she'd thought
possible. A minute later, she felt hanks hands inside the waistband
of her panties as he pushed her panties and half-slip to the floor.
Hank stepped back to admire her body. "You're very beautiful.
I want you so badly, please don't deny me."

Elena
stood proudly and turned to pose for him as she felt his eyes adoring
her. Then, after a time, she moved back to Hank and removed his trousers
and undershorts in a single move to unleash his fully aroused cock.
"My, what do we have here?" she mused.

With
that Hank spoke, "I want to make love to you. Please." It
was not Elena's intent to deny him even for a moment. She took him
by the hand and led him to her small bedroom. There, she drew him
down beside her on the bed and turned to embrace him again. Suddenly
his fingers were on her vulva. Unexpectedly, she reacted swiftly and
cried out, "Yeeesssss!"

Still
reacting to his fingers, she felt his lips on her breasts. She'd had
her breasts and pussy attended many times during her marriage but
this was different. His fingers were gentle almost feather-light touches
at times; then, powerful at others as he aroused a host of sensations.
It was her breasts that seemed to be most affected as he suckled and
laved and kissed and played with them. Hank seemed to know exactly
what moves to make to get the desired effect.

The
play continued as the lovers grew more accustomed to each other and
her passions continued to escalate. A few minutes later, in accordance
with some program in their subliminal minds, they knew that the time
had come to do the deed. Elena moved to the bedside table and recovered
a condom which she handed to Hank and which he immediately proceeded
to put on his cock.

"Quick
Hank, I want you in me now," she spoke from her passion. In seconds,
Elena was on her back and Hank was over her as their eyes met in mutual
consent. "It's been a long time," Hank said, "I may
be a little out of practice," as he positioned himself with his
cock in her pussy, "I'll try to make it good for you."

Elena moved herself to position him exactly as she felt his crown
against her vulva, seeking lubrication for its entry. As their eyes
met again, she felt the crown of Hank's thick shaft move into her
love channel and she had never been more ready as she felt it continue
to glide easily and smoothly into her. It was when she felt his crown
strike home against her cervix and the hair on his testicles on her
bottom that she cried out. "Oh my, Ohhh myyy, Ohhhhhh.

Hank
had filled her completely and rested as they lay locked together in
a lover's embrace. It was as they moved together, fully joined in
their lover's embrace, that Hank said it something strange about never
expecting to feel this way again. Or maybe it wasn't quite that way.
Elena, in the throes of passion, wasn't t listening or thinking too
clearly.

Quickly,
the lovers were impelled to further action and the familiarization
as they began their coitus, they gained experience, their rhythm became
more intense and they worked harder to attain their mutual goal. Faster.
Harder. Deeper. The lust and passion were out of control. In a minute,
maybe more, they were consumed with a need for release and all their
efforts went towards their sought after orgasms.

As
the intensity of their love making increased and they steadily ascended
the steep climb towards their inevitable peak, Hank again spoke strangely.
It sounded like, I want you forever, or maybe not as she wasn't t
sure she'd heard correctly. Elena peaked first and in a final burst
of enthusiasm, she felt her body release its tension and her fluids
flow abundantly. Hank, who was on the edge of his own release, on
feeling her orgasm had his own triggered and fired his load of sperm
into the condom.

They
lay together coming off the high of their orgasms they lay together,
still joined by Hank's still slightly inflated cock, and enjoyed the
soft, gentle sensation that comes with the intimacy of the afterglow.
They talked about their just completed act as they adored each other.

Much
as Elena wanted to hear talk of their future, Hank never brought up
the subject. She had hoped that the words she'd hear during sex might
have been an indication but Hank seemed to even avoid the subject.
With that, she simply dismissed any thoughts of the future and gave
thanks for the greatest experience of her life. Soon, they slept together.

At
0500 hours, they arose, showered, dressed and Hank drove her directly
to the hospital in time for her morning rounds. There, they kissed,
a friendly, gentle kiss that seemed to signal their final good-bye.
Their eyes met and there was sadness in both of theirs. Then, they
parted. Hank would be gone when she got off work.

A
couple of hours later, Elena was engrossed in her work and the terrible
loneliness had returned - just one more disappointment in her life.
She prepared to live alone until she died.

It
was nearly a week later that Elena was cleaning her apartment when
she came across the small, gift wrapped package that Hank had left
her. After he was gone, she'd forgotten to open the package on the
second day after his departure as he'd requested but decided to do
it then. Inside she found a letter written in both Russian and English.

It
Read: Elena. I love you. I didn't t think such a thing was possible
when my wife died but I want to be with you forever. I want to marry
you and father your children. I know, of course, that you may not
feel the same way, especially after you've had a few days to think
about us. There'd be many hardships for you if you came to me but
I'd be there for you. In the box is a telephone programed to my cellular
telephone which I carry with me at all times. Please call me and we
can talk about this.

As
she read the letter, she felt her excitement grow and immediately
picked up the telephone from the box and pushed the redial button.
Excited now, she waited impatiently for his answer on the telephone.
On the third ring, she heard Hank's elated voice.